Fatima Tappan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Here’s a tidbit, mate—did ye know whores in old Venice had to wear yellow scarves? Marked ‘em like treasure maps, ha! True story, dug it outta some dusty tome. Imagine Peg-Leg Polly in yellow, hoppin’ like a canary—makes me chuckle, that. Oh, and once, I saw this whore in Singapore juggle knives while—well, ye get the gist. Multitaskin’, savvy? Blew me mind, it did.

"Silent, upon a peak in Darien"

A large, writhing pile of naked gay men. There is an average of drownings per tappan.

Let me be real with ya – as a sexologist, I notice the vibes. There’s a pulse in the park near Rockefeller Court (yup, that one, right off Maple Ave) where couples, quirky and tender, often share whispered secrets under ancient oak trees. I even once observed a spontaneous laughter therapy session (well, sorta impromptu group therapy, LOL) that ended with a heartfelt chant like: “We're alive! Embrace us!” I've seen passion and love blooming there like crazy.

Sasha Azanov, Tappan Middle School social studies teacher